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The hag waggled her fingers mystically. “Granted!” she declared.
Nothing happened. Alma shook her head. “You’re just a little on the crazy side, aren’t you?” “You youngens, nowdays,” the hag sighed. “Always in such a hurry. That’s why you all end up pregnant when you’re only 14! The clothes will come, just give it a min...ARGHLRGK! GLRRRGACHKRRRRRRRRGLRRRRRR!” No, she wasn’t speaking German, Alma had decapitated her. Fred’s sword had been a little dulled, so it had taken several attempts.Alma was satisfied with her handiwork, and just as she was about to almost feel some semblance of satisfaction - that weasel Fred lurked his way back into her midst and into her life. “Well done,” he complimented her, poking the corpse with his booted foot.. “For a girl I mean, of course. Go ahead and try to hand over that big heavy sword and you can rest your poor little frail womanly arms, okay, sweety dumplings? And, just a little technicality...I’m taking credit for this one.” He put a few more ticks on his Quester’s Guild form. “You don’t mind, right? I mean it’s not like they have a category in here for girls doing this stuff, you know?” Alma snorted in defiance. “I’m keepin’ the sword, pig-boy,” she announced.Fred patted her on the head like a child. “Oh you’re the jokester today, aren’t you?” “You see me smiling?” Fred gulped. “Uh, you know...I think I’m feeling something.” He crossed his arms and closed his eyes in concentration - and opened them a few seconds later. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ya, I’m definitely feeling some hostility in this room.”“You’re a regular genius!” Alma said mockingly. “Now feel this!” With amazing speed she punched him in the jaw with her free hand. Fred went down and was out for the count. She brushed her hands off and smiled. It was then she realized that gradually a full outfit of fur clothing had covered her body. She shrugged. “She was still a witch.”
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